30.01.2013 - 01.02.2013 38 °C
"If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive"...Eleonora Duse
After our Family Adventure to parts of Europe & the UK, we returned home and glided into the normal, mundane, everyday things which make up life. Preparations had to be made for returning to school. We returned to work. Everything carried on as if we had never been gone.
Yet we had, and it changed me. Not in a deeply profound way. Not in a dramatic, obvious way. No, it is more subtle than that.
I grew up with family adventures throughout Australia. I've lived in 4 of our 8 states/territories; I've travelled extensively through Australia and found joy in doing so. As we drove home from the airport after our trip I marvelled at the red dirt, blue skies and gum trees, and realised that over the past few years my appreciation of new, local experiences had dimmed slightly. I resolved to be moved again, and not see the grass as greener elsewhere (although as you'll see from the images below, it quite literally is).
I live in what I think is probably Australia's most spectacular state. Western Australia (WA) covers over 2 million square kilometres of land; it's climate zones range from tropics in the North, desert to the east, Mediterranean on the coast, hot & dry agricultural in the centre, and almost English cold in the South.
During a recent work trip to Narrogin, a town in the Wheatbelt area of WA, Kobi and I decided to play at viewing the landscape through the eyes of a tourist.
The first thing I noticed was how the dry climate mirrors the dry sense of humour of the locals:
The country has its own artistry which captivates me as much as some of the masterpieces we saw in the Louvre:
It was fun to pretend we were tourists in our own backyard, although once again 'real life' kept intruding on us....the next day was a boring 'get ready for school' day. We drove the 100km to Perth to join (what seemed like thousands of) other mother/children combinations purchasing last minute supplies. A reward for this punishment was an afternoon at the beach.
...and what a reward it was. Perth beaches are stunning.
The few hours we spent here were worth the pain of grumpy mummies, feral kids, and bored checkout assistants.
We rejoiced in nature - and in salty, greasy, delicious hot chips from a beachside café.
Best of both worlds.